Kenny Penn
Bio
Thanks for reading! I enjoy writing in various genres, my favorites being horror/thriller and dark/epic fantasies. I'll also occasionally drop a poem or two.
For a list of all my work, and to connect with me, go to www.kennypenn.com
Stories (49/0)
Waste Not, Want Not
October winds carry chilled tidings over the lake's murky waters, promising a hard winter. Lillian stands on the shore, a colorful shawl wrapped tightly around her diminutive frame, head tilted upward, eyes closed in contemplative silence. Her tawny, yellowish-brown face is no longer etched with lines of worry but smooth; serene in the knowledge that another winter will pass her by unscathed.
By Kenny Penn3 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
The Countdown
A deafening cheer erupts from the crowd outside Danny’s hotel window in New York City’s Time Square. The sky darkens as a giant, electric-blue ball begins to descend, a harbinger of the New Year’s arrival. Danny’s heart races, his nausea amplified by the rising tide of voices counting down in perfect sync. “Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven-”
By Kenny Pennabout a month ago in Fiction
Journey to 1k
Woohoo! Over one thousand reads! There are quite a few writers on Vocal who can boast this statistic - and I know, some are well into tens of thousands - but this still feels like a huge accomplishment to me. So let me begin this little piece by saying thank you to every person who has read, liked, commented, and encouraged me on this writer’s journey through Vocal.
By Kenny Pennabout a month ago in Writers
- Top Story - April 2024
The Eye Of Ludum
"We shouldn't be here," Elna whispered. Jochen glanced towards her but didn't stop moving forward. Elna's face troubled him more than her words. For an elf, her complexion seemed unusually pale in the torchlight. He knew better than to ignore her words, though. Elna's foresight had saved his skin at least half a dozen times.
By Kenny Penn2 months ago in Fiction
A Fork In the Road
$5k. Tonight. If you don’t answer the call, this gets posted to social media. Jack reads the note for the fourth time, glances at the damning photo of his partner, and reads the note again. The detective in him wants to have it analyzed by MPD’s forensic team. Chances are slim, but maybe they’d find a fingerprint belonging to the perp who’d written this, or find the font came from an old typewriter or something.
By Kenny Penn3 months ago in Fiction